Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. This I know, for the Valades have taught me so, and the nuns also. I haven't much money; I don't know how much it is going to cost me to reach Hartford; so I fixed over a couple of my mother's dresses. "Your business, Sir?" returned the other, stiffly. Of course, this does not apply to uninteresting old maids," Prudence modified with a dry little smile. “You could have a talk to Miss Kitty Brett this afternoon, if you liked. But I may yet live to thwart them. Did he see him, this Monsieur Charvill?’ ‘I don’t rightly know, miss,’ confessed Kimble.
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